Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in the twilight series. Only the OC. All other rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. Some of the lines or plot in my story might be similar to other popular movies that gave me some inspiration. Alec in this story is 18 because I do not feel like writing romantic fanfics about a guy too young.

My first ever memory was being told to kill the only people that I cared about.

I am Tatiana Blokov- A weak Russian beauty that escaped from her kidnappers.

I am also Angelina Marinucci-The spoilt daughter of an Italian multi-billionaire.

I am also Jen Smith- A loving housewife married to a British lawyer.

Who am I? The truth is, I don't even know anymore. The only thing I know for sure about me is that I am the true soul-mate to one of the most feared vampire in the world.

Name: 298/Tatiana/Angelina/Jan/Ashley/All the other identities that she faked.

Eye colour: Blue.

Hair colour: Light brunette.

Age: 18

Family: All dead.

Profession: Assassin.

'I'm off to work now, love you!'

She wipe her hands on her apron and hand her husband the freshly brewed coffee while putting on the warmest smile she can manage.

'Ok darling, what time are you going to be back for dinner?' She try to keep her voice as neutral as possible.

'I'm not sure yet, John is dealing with some personal issues at home so I have to cover a lot of his cases.' He responds while pulling her in for a kiss. 'But i'll try my best to make it back before 7.'

'Ok sweetheart, just make sure you give me a call before you leave the office so I know when to start the timer for the oven.' That wasn't a complete lie, it's just not the timer for the oven she's starting. David nods before grabbing his briefcase and head out the door. She stand in the kitchen window, and waves as he drive down the all too quiet neighborhood. She's been 'married' to David for 2 months playing the role of a 24 year old housewife. During the 10 months she has gotten to know him (they got married after 8 months of dating), she can confidently say that David is a sweet-heart. He is a man full of chivalry and treats her so well that she almost feel guilty about killing and betraying him. Almost. Becoming attached is a weakness and she's too professional for that kind of mistake.

When she's sure her husband is out of sight, she hurriedly rush upstairs and unlocks his study with ease using only a hairpin. She then put her head against the safe while carefully turning the wheel until she hears the satisfying click sound signaling for her to continue. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. Using her mirco wireless camera, she quickly snaps a photo for each page of the document before returning everything to it's rightful place.

Her job for this mission is almost complete, it had taken her 8 months to gain David's love and 2 more months for David to trust her enough to leave such important document at home. The document and this case is meaningless to her, but apparently it is important enough for someone out there. Important enough for them to pay to kill the lawyer to ensure this lawsuit delays and the secret document is revealed to the Shadow Government. David is just an unlucky folk who happens to have taken up the wrong case. Shame for him. Being married for the two months gives her a taste of what it is like to be a normal woman, grocery shopping, cooking dinner every night, branch with the other wives. She almost felt something when David came home one day and surprised her with a bunch of fresh flowers. But again, almost. It's going to take a lot more than flowers to warm this ice queen's heart.

The phone call came at exactly 6:30pm, letting her know that he'll be home in about 20 minutes. After getting off the phone with David, she goes upstairs to start the timer for the bomb, setting it to 30minutes. Leaving her more than enough time to leave the house before David suspects anything. She pull her hair up into that classic bun and transfers the store-bought chicken pot pie onto a pyrex dish and into the oven. She then dust some flower on her apron to avoid suspicion as the silver Mercedes pulls up the drive way. At precisely 6:54pm.

'Welcome home darling.' She kisses his cheek and take his jacket to put it on the hanger. 'How was work.'

'Same as always' She knew he does not feel comfortable talking about work too much in front of her and decide not to push it.

'Well I made your favorite, chicken pot pie.' She calls out cheerfully from the kitchen while making a show of turning off the oven and retrieving the dish. Without warning, David hugs her from the behind surprising the girl who is least likely to be surprised.

'I love you, so much.' He whisper in her ear. 'I know my work has been distancing us a bit but I love you regardless. I can't tell you what's happening because it's not safe for you to know, but you are my life Jan.' She is in shock, but only for a second before compromising her self. As she turns around, she wraps her arm around David and her lips against his ear.

'Me too.' She hesitates before continuing 'I'm sorry, i'm so sorry.' David pulls away and stares at her in confusion.

'For what?'

'For...' 6:58pm. 'For breaking the wine opener today. Which is a shame because I bought your favourite wine today.' David simply smiles and kisses her forehead.

'I think we'll survive one day without wine.' He tries to comfort her. 6:59pm

'No, no, it's ok. I'll just borrow one off the neighbours.' She quickly put on black her ballet flats and give David one final kiss and leaves the house. Once the door closes she run as quickly as she could, turning just in time to see the explosion and fire that signals the end of David's life, the end of Jan Smith, and the end of this mission.

'Welcome back 298. Fast and clean finish, I knew you'd never let me down.'

'Thank you sir.' She responds stiffly.

'Do you have the pictures?' She nods while handing him the micro camera. He seems pleased. 'Wonderful, you are dismissed. It was a long mission, 10 months. Have a break and i'll call you in within the next few days to assign you the new mission.'

As she leave the room, she once again feel lost. Who is she now for the next few days, 298? The shadow government's most treasured assassin? Jan? No, Jan Smith, the loving housewife is now dead. She'll just need to wait a few days before finding her own identity again.

A/n* Hi guys, I've had this idea for a while now. Poor 'her' right? Never once knowing who she truly is, only knowing how to act once assigned a role to play. I have always wanted to see how the vampires would react with such a strong but emotionless mate. Opposite of Bella. Someone who can protect themselves and is like the human version of the Volturi. I want to reveal her backstory little by little in parts of the story. Let me know how you guys feel about this story. Thanks for reading!